h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ah. Good ol' Senior Skip day. It kinda sucks: there are so many seniors I am going to miss next year. Luckily I'm hitchin' a ride to the gra-gee-a-shun, so I have a definite LAST day to see 'em. If only I could send them off with a lovely massive drunken beach orgy to remember me by...

ls this a private absolutely-pointless conversation, or can any one join in?
And for the love of God, please bring beach balls to that graduation. We had about six at mine, batting them about the crowd as the assistant principals scrambled angrily about in vain attempts to confiscate them. Quite beautiful, and a welcome spot of color amid all the blue mortarboarded heads.(A pleasant dizziness and lightheadedness incurred due to the massive amounts of air the balls took to inflate is the only thing that kept me going during the motivational keynote speaker...)

I HATE motivational speakers. Not to mention motivational phrases, etc.

This one wasn't just a motivational -speaker.- Oh no. This one had motivational -poems-.
Badly rhymed poems.
"l'm one, l'm unique, l'm special, l'm me /
No one else is like me, that much's plain to see..."
And thank God for that fact. One bard of the human ego's quite enough, thank you.

Egad(I cant believe I just used the word "egad")! I pity your ears for having to have heard it, and your fingers for having to have typed it. Motivational POEMS!

Yep. We also got told a story about butterflies, and how the struggle of leaving the cocoon strengthens the wings, and how "struggles faced alone in our lives will teach us to fly".
So if you come across a motivational speaker, with his feet bound, strapped to concrete weights, -struggling- to free himself as he sinks further down into the river waters...don't help him. He's learning to fly.
With the fishes.

helloo odradek! what a refreshing positive attitude youve got there
graduation is coming up in a friekin week and it still hasnt hit me yet... but im counting on a good speech from our student speaker because hes my bud and he usually cracks me up... i believe i will stand up and walk out if someone reads motivational poetry to us

I'm hitching a ride to the graduation, but ONLY to see my friends and NOT to see the "you are all leaving into a new world where you will use your high school knowledge excessively but of course we're lying about that so you can pretty much forget everything you've learned for the last 13 years of school simultaneously right.....now" speeches. And there will be a LOT of them.

l have to admit our student speakers weren't quite so bad. There was quite a bit of drama, actually, as the kid who had been the apparent valedictorian since, well, gestation, really, found out about an hour before the ceremony that, on final GPA calculation, he'd lost out by a thousandth of a point to the salutorian. So we got a decidedly catty (and impromptu) speech by him about his plan to go against the System, and a speech with lots of Tolkein quotes from the kid who did wind up with the ultimate grade-point honour.
l, on the other hand, graduated with an approximate 1.6 (weighted) GPA. And l took four AP and all the rest honors classes. l'm damn proud.
'Course, due to that, l found out yesterday that l'm not going to college...but hell. Who needs a future?

hmm quite the predicament... did you graduate recently? ive only got a couple school days left and it still hasnt it me... the only thing thats making me so sad is signing yearbooks... who woulda thought?

lt may not hit you at all. lt's strangely underwhelming; l got out on the 25th and graduated on the 3rd.
One idea that we had some fun with: bring a shirt to school, any old shirt will do, and a Sharpie or other incarnation of permanent/washable marker, and have everyone sign your shirt, and wear it on the last day. Like a yearbook, but without the smarm.
Does your school have a ritualistic final-day anarchistic guerilla war in the senior parking lot, involving shaving cream, water balloons,fish intestines,silly string toilet paper, and other forms of God-knows-what-else that you throw at each other and especially on people's cars in a sort of farewell bacchanal? Mine did. l heartily recommend it, except don't wear polyesther pants, because shaving cream won't come off.

oh what a fabulous idea that wouldve been! today -last day- was pretty uneventful and the weather was real crappy... just about the most exciting thing my friends did was steal the cords from all the telephones. ah well. at least they tried

Well congra-jidily-dations, kiddo. Enjoy the rest of your life.
(Now that you're out, see, what you do is -- at least if your school, like mine, lets out the seniors a week or so before they let out the underclassmen -- is you return the next day, barricade off the parking lot a) so the juniors can't park there and b) to bring along Hibachis and have a tailgate party there. This is only amusing if the juniors of your school are now trying to park there, however, and means getting up far too early.

yes yes far too much energy required for that graduation ceremony was not that bad actually... and these past couple of days have been like a time warp... so many parties and so little sleep... and now that i havent been with my friends for more than just a couple hours, im going through some sort of strange withdrawal! i just dont understand... maybe i should get a little more sleep